Frankie: Trash day! Bring out your trash!
Mike: Come on, guys, move! Trash truck's a block away!
Frankie: [v.o.] Okay, okay. I know it probably looks a little insane to be so nuts about Trash Day, but see, due to recent cutbacks, trash pickup only happens once every two weeks. If you miss it, you're screwed.
Frankie: We're never gonna make it! Brick, what are you doing under there?
Brick: I'm tired of sleeping with Axl. His bed's always squeaking. I want my own room.
Frankie: How long have you been sleeping under there?
Brick: A month.
Frankie: All right, whatever. Just get rid of your trash. You know, I don't understand why nobody obeys the chore chart. Axl was supposed to take out the garbage. Sue was supposed to clean up last night. I mean, why do we even bother making a chore chart if nobody pays any attention to it?
Axl: There's nothing on it!
Frankie: Yeah. Because I haven't bought the dry-erase markers yet. But it's all up here, and you're supposed to remember what I told you. I swear, I spend my whole life cleaning up other people's crap.